Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"Go Away, Max!"

(Hehe. Written on phone.)

{Previously in Our little Secret}

"Layla?" I nod my head, though he can not see it. "Are you sure?" I nod my head again. "You would have liked her." He started. "She had the most beautiful smile, just like yours. Her laugh made you laugh, and all of that corney stuff. But what I loved about her was her compassion. She took pride in everything she did, and helped those who couldn't do." My eyes glance up at him to see him looking down at me. "You remind me of her sometimes..."

"How?" I ask curiously. Hearing Harry talk about Layla brought me a strange feeling. Not anger, nor jelousy, but almost comfort. 

"She was always smiling, like you are. But she was also always hurting, like I know you are. I know I hurt you Janissa, but I swear to you, I will never hurt you again. Never..."

"I know." I breath honestly. "I know." I take a deep breath, and prepare myself for what I am about to say, because I know in this moment I mean it. I want him to have every part of me as I do him. I want him to know how much I love him, and that everyone makes mistakes. I want him to know that he has my heart and soul. This relationship is not, should not be a one sided passion, and it is not. As his arms wrap even tighter around me, my eyes travel to his face. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is light. He hasn't bothered to cloth is torso, and I can't seem to stop my fingers from tracing every line of ink on his chest. Every word, every letter, every nerve of his body. 

I could feel his eyes on me, so I allow myself to look up at him, into those gorgeous, green eyes. 

"I love you." He whispered, kissing my forehead.

"I love you." I repeat back to him. His eyes haven't left mine as I repeat his voice in my head over and over again. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

"I love you..." I repeat to myself. When his eyes begin to drift closed, and his grip around me tightens, I finally allow the now truthful words to leave my lips.

"Make love to me..."

|Harry|

The look in her eyes is something I will never forget. The love, and forgiveness in them. I had been drifting in and out of sleep as those words smoothly fell from her mouth. Her warmth against my body pleased me in only the way she can. The need only she can satisfy.

"Harry..." She whispered. I thought I had been dreaming. Hell, maybe I am. "Make love to me." This is not a dream. In a perfect dream, I would have never screwed up. But in a perfect dream, we would not be where we are right now. Her eyes hypnotized my own as I tried my best to speak. 

"Are you sure?" I managed to choke out afterwards.

"Yes." She nodded. Her body tensed, causing me to think that she was unsure, but her eyes told me otherwise. I allowed my lips to caress hers in the most loving way that I could offer. My hands wandered her body, slowly enough for her to stop me if she needed me to.

"Just tell me when to stop..." I whispered against her lips. She was silent, but she nodded her head. Her skin was soft against my rough hands. Something I always loved, the contrast between us. It may be something she hates, but I loved it. Her mouth was also something I loved about her. The tenderness of her lips, the smoothness of her tongue against mine. Everything about her feels so right.

Janissa responds to my roaming hands, hers roaming my body as well. Her soft skin lightly tracing my spine as I lay above her, resting my weight on my forearm. My lack of clothing from my shower seems like an even better idea with her hands running all over me. Her hands reach between us to grab hold of my member, her cheeks flushing as she did.